Sprout

Fire Flames The ring of fire To surround my soul aims Fire of hell Of despair well Fire burns anything that lives Vastness greater than ocean is achieves Just a droplet of water in the endless fiery sea Fights for its destiny Droplet of water maybe a tear In a heat it might disappear But in this tiny droplet is my soul And it is I who fire will control Like a cold northern wind all cried out And in the midst of it a sprout Does cold wind have a heart? Is it moved by art? In it grows the gentle sprout That is given water despite the drought The sprout turns into a tree A tree full of beauty It rises above fiery sea It dictates its own destiny The vortex stretches from root of philosophy In the essence of abstract omnipotence is equal quantity This however ultimate meaning will not be I will gain that meaning because there is lot of fight left in me